Demiurg Mu Se Smije U Lice

utorak, 28.11.2006.

nebo izgleda baš jebeno

ka da se približava pješčana oluja

i događaju se čudne stvari

zanimljiva vrimena

i kad operen kosu, stvari će se malo pokrenuti

i moran si nabaviti šal

jebote

28.11.2006. u 16:25 • 1 Komentara • Print • #

subota, 25.11.2006.

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Prisjećajući se stvari iz prošlosti zaključih:

Tko se sa djecom igra, završi popišan.

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25.11.2006. u 11:09 • 0 Komentara • Print • #

petak, 24.11.2006.

Stil heving internet difikultiis

Ponekad bi mi se učinilo kako znam istinu o svemu.

I sad mi se čini, ali ovaj put znam da znam jerbo se sve savršeno uklapa.

Zašto ne poklanjam veliku pozornost onome što ljudi o sebi govore?

Zašto me ne iznenađuju?

Zašto na kraju opet ispadne onako kako san mislija da će ispast, a ne

onako kako drugi govore?

Zato jer znam da su svi izgubljeni u vlastitim labirintima.

Nije to plod nesposobnosti.

Sustavna je to operacija, bez imalo nehaja.

Postoji istina koju ne možeš podnijeti i onda sve malo zakompliciraš,

ovisno u stupnju umješnosti možda

čak i obrneš u nešto što bi bilo dobro da je tako i tada nastupa čarolija:

počneš se nagovarati da je to uistinu tako dok ne ponoviš taj postupak dovoljno

puta i počneš vjerovati u to.

Been there, done that.

I onda je sve, naoko, u redu, ali nešto smeta,i, kao uvijek, prazan si.

I tu i tamo, čisto da te podsjeti što je istina, nešto te 'strefi' oko srca i abdomena,

a ti nemaš pojma zbog čega jer te 'boli briga'.

Zato me, dragi ljudi, nemojte uvjeravati u te vaše nebuloze.

24.11.2006. u 11:33 • 2 Komentara • Print • #

ponedjeljak, 20.11.2006.

una kolaboracijone molto đentile, konsuela e soledad fragile, e mija iha e filjo mlto inćestuozo

inkvizicijone e fjura đenerozi e degenerići đenitori kondemnd vaja sufle

kon i libri e pađine libreze aj ćraj nat tu ausgen a firence

kontemplacijo et paternum kranii iz nat egzektli vot io ho

kome e soledad?

vanilija flavorozo e aromatiko e senzacijone per sensiz

20.11.2006. u 12:47 • 3 Komentara • Print • #

Boris

Boris je prinova u mojoj obitelji.

Boris je iritantan i razdražljiv, a posebno je iritantan kad je nadražen,
a nadražen je kad mu se sere u lice.
Boris ne trpi sranja.
Boris ne trpi napore.
Boris je hemoroid.

20.11.2006. u 12:22 • 1 Komentara • Print • #

četvrtak, 16.11.2006.

Fragmentoid

Divno je kad osoba za koju misliš da je pametna i lijepa ispadne još pametnija.

Teško je nadići svoj viid instinkt, ali i to se nadišlo,derz samting baut det....

I ovaj dan je sunčan.

Selim se.

Metropolo, hir aj kam.

Tvrdoglav sam i agresivan.... zamisli.... 50-ak pitanja.

Iman osjećaj da nikad nisan ima ovakav emotivni deficit sa ostatkom svijeta,
da se sutra ne probudim nikoga ne bi bilo briga,
možda tjedan dana nekakvih isforsiranih suza, a ni to jer više nije originalno.
Možda se to i dogodi, ne mojom krivnjom, za sve postoji vjerojatnost, za sve.

Možda se zato i osjećam tako slobodnim i usamljenim.
Ponekad mi se ta cijena slobode čini prevelikom.

Čini mi se da je studeni mjesec kada sam najusamljeniji,
ponavlja se već godinama.
Nema nade. Ne nadam se očaju. Nisam očajan. Niisam ništa. Jesam išta.Ništa jesam.
Samo spontan.

Možda se nešto dogodi u mom sensles životu, ali ne nadam se.
Što ne znači da sam očajan.
Postojanje je bit mog postojanja.
Postojanje per se.

16.11.2006. u 15:30 • 2 Komentara • Print • #

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